Still feel those warm Florida nights.  Wind in our face, smiling in silence, I feel her seated near behind.

Harley ride, blue jeans black shirt tanned skin, pressed close to me her arms wrapped around my sides.

Bright white head light pine trees rise, Field 6 Ranger camp in the distance. Stars shine, dark skies white moon on high, Spectre flies by.

Asphalt steered throughout the Gulf coast Panhandle, ocean flowed paved roads lead deeper into night.

Her with me, further we rode, more at ease I became. The warrior life no longer threatened my mind.

Falling for her, getting close to her more, wanting our time together true.

Forced to leave, wanting her to wait for me.  Immature, reacting fearful like a child, time and choices pulled me away…

Wanting her to wait, recognizing me no more.  Further I fell behind, in time she turned away.

Days and nights fade and blend, memories of her and I leave me in despair.

Over time, we’ve fallen… too far away.